Wall Street
Wall Street.
Work to buy a penthouse suite.
Power comes from a balance sheet.
A New York Yankee’s box seat.
Wall Street.
Promise flares from traders’ extremities like a white heat.
Succeed or be a deadbeat.
Life is never downbeat.
Wall Street.
Until I’m there I’m incomplete.
Unless you’re there, you’re obsolete.
The sound of ticker symbols marching to a steady drumbeat.
Wall Street.
This poem is about:
Me
My country